Xihe hooked his fingers: "Come here."
The man's fingers hanging by his side moved, and the next second he stood in front of the tent.
He looked down at Xihe and said nothing.
The branches and leaves outside the window were rustling, the moon was moving and the wind was blowing. The dark night blurred the man's expression, and only the graceful curve of his chin was faintly visible.
Xihe then asked: "How old are you this year? What did you do before?"
Yan Shu:? ? ?
Gouzi:......
Just as Gouzi was about to say something sarcastic, a man's slightly confused voice sounded in the room: "I, don't know."
His mind went blank. He couldn't remember his age, the past, anything.
Xihe nodded and said, "Go and turn on the light."
The next moment, the orange light came on, and the man's face looked even more terrifying in the bright light. Xihe...she sighed in her heart, feeling a little worried.
You are now an adult, don’t you have any self-awareness about your appearance?
She raised her hands to cover her eyes: "Clean your face."
Yan Shuben's evasive eyes were stunned, and he looked at the mirror. The smooth mirror reflected a face blurred by the color of snow. Yan Shu panicked and hurriedly tried to cover his face.
Suddenly he stamped his feet and disappeared.
Xihe...
Her yawning hand paused in mid-air, and she quickly opened the gauze curtain and leaned out half of her body: "Inkstone? Inkstone?"
Where are people?
The room was empty, and someone had obviously slipped away again.
Gouzi laughed happily: "Hahaha, you must be stupid. You scared me away."
After Xihe was stunned, he laughed and fell on the bed, with water stains oozing out of the corners of his eyes: "Isn't this person too cute?" Could he have never noticed his appearance?
Just thinking about this possibility makes Xihe extremely happy.
Have a good night's sleep.
The next day, after dinner, the group decided to go sketching with their drawing boards.
The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and large tracts of rhododendrons were dimly hidden in the mountain mist. The trees in the distance were green, and the sea of clouds on the horizon was red. Everyone found a suitable position and started painting.
The air became quiet, except for the rustle of the paintbrush.
Xihe held the pen and was thinking about what to draw. The original owner was good at watercolor, so she could paint this artistic conception, but she always felt that there was something missing.
Suddenly, her gaze paused.
Standing among the large blooming rhododendrons in the distance, there is a man in white clothes standing with his hands behind his back. The mountain wind lifts a corner of his robe. His short black hair is parted in the middle, and his facial features are clear and handsome.
Through the clouds and mist, it was difficult to see the look in his eyes, but Xihe knew that he was looking at her.
He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head and picked up a pen to start painting.
After a few hours, everyone stopped writing one after another.
"Ayun, come on, come on, let me see what you drew?"
Zhang Ying couldn't wait to run to Li Yun's side.
Throughout the academy, teachers are known to love Li Yun because of her impressive aura in painting. She is famous for her delicate brushwork and graceful style.
Sure enough, as soon as they saw the scenery in the painting, everyone immediately praised it.
Amidst the beauty of the mountains, a girl in pink is dancing.
The figure is graceful, the expression is agile, the cuckoos, and the dark green distant mountains all become the backdrop.
Zhang Ying hugged the painting and refused to let go, calling out: "Oh my god, my god, little fairy, I love you so much, can you give me this painting?"
Li Yun's face was shy and before she could say anything, Yang Xi said: "Such a good painting is enough for the competition, how can you make such an exorbitant request?"
Zhang Ying immediately hummed and put down the painting: "I was just joking."
I ran to look at other people's paintings. Wang Jun's paintings are majestic and the mountains and rivers are clear. Li Ning does not plan to engage in this industry in the future, so it can only be regarded as average. On the other hand, Yang Xi's paintings are thick and colorful, which is very unusual.
